Excerpt From: Torch a Car
Now this is the most important part and can not, I repeat 'can not' be fucked with. When actually going to light it on fire, you must be far enough away from it so as not to get your clothes or hair singed, or even worse, on fire. One of my other friends tried this with some matches and lost his eyebrows and part of his bangs. Anyway, the best thing (and only thing we had in the van that would work) is an old sweat sock. Take the sock, throw a rock in it, and tie it so the rock doesn't fall out. Dip the tail/open end of the sock in gasoline, stand about 30 feet from the car, and light it. Make sure one of the car windows is open (car windows are weird and stronger than you think, so don't think you're going to be able to throw it through the window), aim, and take your best shot. Now if you've never seen a gas soaked car go up in flames, you're in for a treat. All the windows blow out, the tires melt,.... I won't ruin it for you. It's pretty fucken cool.
Excerpt from: Make the girls love you, etc
I've heard it all before. "I have 2 left feet." "I need to be drunk first." "I look stupid." "I don't like this song." "I have hemorrhoids." but I don't really get why people need excuses. Is dancing that scary?
Picture this: you went out clubbing with your boys last night and someone asks you how you're night was. If no one hooked up with any chics, you're most likely gonna say it sucked. But if you even had just one good dance with a girl, just one little ass shake, you're gonna tell that someone that your night was fucken dope. Why? It's the power of the dance. You didn't get laid (and may not know her name or ever see that girl again), but you leave that club fulfilled. Why? Because it feels fucken good. You feel alive and sexy when you're sweating to a good song with someone you dig.
I can't stomach mutha fuckers that hang at the bar all night and make fun of other guys dancing. I'm not defending some guido dick with his shirt off dancing up every girl's ass on the dance floor (I make fun of those assholes also), but I am defending the guy who you know is just having a good time no matter how good he is. I'm defending the guy who doesn't give a fuck and knows that the most fun he's gonna have, and the best way to meet a girl, is on the dance floor.
